Crime

"Just let them take people away under their noses?" He raised his hand and slapped the table heavily, "What do the people who arrange the past do? Waste?!"

The secretary lowered his head and didn't dare to speak. He had never seen Gakupo get so angry.

"Ahamay's old guys finally don't even want that old face anymore, do they want to embarrass me?!" Gakupo raised his hand and knocked down a pile of documents on the table, cursing fiercely.

The secretary sighed, lowered his body and picked up the scattered documents one by one: "I can't blame those children, after all, it was Ahamay who deliberately sent them away."

Gakupo sneered.

"Actually, it wasn't all done by Ahamay," the secretary hurriedly said before Gakupo spoke again, "to be exact, it wasn't all decided by the management of their company."

"what?"

"The news just came back from there." The secretary stood up and put the documents on the table. "Someone from Ahamay's side disrupted the original plan without authorization. It seems that their headquarters were also caught off guard."

"Infighting?" Gakupo exhaled and leaned back on the chair, brows still furrowed, "Who is that person?"

The secretary looked at his face, thought for a while before speaking: "Yuma."

Gakupo's hand that was about to rest on the armrest froze, then lowered his head, rubbing between his brows with a headache: "Ahamay is also suppressing the news."

"Apparently, Ahamay doesn't dare to act rashly. If there is a big trouble, their own reputation will also be affected." The secretary looked at him, "That is to say, we can't go over and ask someone easily."

It is indeed ironic enough that the two companies that were originally irreconcilable have now become a "community of destiny". Gakupo clicked his tongue softly, resting his forehead and frowning in thought.

The secretary just watched quietly, afraid that Gakupo would get angry again.He never thought that this calm man who seemed to have no emotion would be anxious about something, but fortunately, reason prevailed in the end.

"Is it called Yuma?" Gakupo narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's smart enough. Now that neither company has an advantage, the initiative is all in his hands. It's really a formidable young man."

There was a cold light in the azure eyes, sharp as if they wanted to pierce people's hearts. With such a terrifying gaze, he raised his head: "Check it out, check it out for me."

"Is it cold?" Seeing Kaito shiver suddenly, Yuma asked.

This house is located on the outskirts of the city, and even Yuma himself doesn't come here very often. It's early winter now, and it's far away from the city, so the nights here are even colder.

After entering the door, Yuma immediately turned on the central air conditioner for heating, but it took a while for the temperature to rise, and at this time Kaito was already starting to feel unwell due to the stimulation of alcohol and cold.

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned yet, if it's okay, go to my room to rest first." Yuma supported Kaito who was coughing non-stop, because he didn't eat anything at night, even if he wanted to vomit, he could only retch all the time.

I'm afraid it's impossible to go back like this. Yuma thought, helping Kaito to sit on the edge of the bed.In fact, he didn't even think about going back to the city, after all, he just parked the car in the garage and locked it.

"If you don't mind, just rest here with me for the night, it's better than staying in a hotel," Yuma turned up the lights in the room, "I'll pack up and go to the guest room to sleep later."

"I'm sorry to trouble you..." Kaito coughed a few times, his face was hot, and his mind began to feel a little confused.

"Change out your clothes first, I still have a few unworn shirts here," Yuma took out a few folded clothes from the closet, "It's all new, you are about the same size as me, so it should be fine .”

Handing over the clothes, Yuma leaned back in the seat with her arms folded and her back to him.He didn't understand why he did this, after all, he was a man, and there was nothing to avoid, but he felt that it had to be like this in his consciousness.

"Do you feel better? Sorry, I don't have any sober drinks here," Yuma said with his back turned to him, "You are too, if you know that you can't drink, you should tell the assistants earlier."

There was no response for a long time before Yuma looked back. Kaito had finished changing and was clutching his forehead. The slightly oversized shirt was hanging loosely on his body, and a few buttons at the neckline were still unbuttoned.

"Is it the bruise just now?" Yuma stepped forward, brushing away the broken hair on his forehead, "Take your hands away, don't move around."

Sure enough, it had already started to become a little congested, but fortunately, it was not too obvious that it was covered by hair. Yuma straightened up: "I'll go again... hey!"

Just now Kaito's center of gravity was already unstable, Yuma was taken by him when he pressed his shoulder, and he fell directly on the bed.

"Sorry." Yuma stood up immediately, and was stunned as soon as she lowered her head.

There was no reaction either, Kaito just looked at him in confusion.The effect of alcohol made his skin from cheeks to neck slightly red, probably because of the stimulation of retching just now, a pair of blue eyes soaked in shallow tears, making his eyes a little blurred.

What's wrong with this guy...

Yuma came back to his senses and coughed lightly, knowing that Kaito had started to get drunk, but it was the first time he saw him like this when he was drunk, so Yuma couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"You really have no defense at all." Yuma smiled helplessly, reaching out to help him fasten the loose buttons of his shirt.

But the moment he touched the other party, his hand was pushed away, accompanied by a cold sentence: "Don't touch me."

Yuma froze for a moment, but then confirmed that Kaito hadn't really woken up yet, maybe it was just a subconscious action.But he didn't notice the change in the other party's expression at this time.

"You reacted too much." Yuma held down his waving hand, but didn't want the other party to take advantage of his arm to pull him down and fall onto the bed again.

It was a different person from the weak look just now, at that moment the force was so strong that even Yuma didn't realize it, turned over and the two positions were reversed, Kaito just straddled him and looked down at him .

"You..." Before Yuma could say anything, he was surprised to see that the tears that had just been in Kaito's eyes had flowed down, and the warm liquid slid down his face.

"What else are you dissatisfied with..." Kaito looked at him, and at this time, in the blurred vision, Yuma's face and another person's face overlapped hazily.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, he began to lose sight of the reality in front of him.

"Even if it's just for fun, you should have fun?! Isn't the dirty thing you did to me enough?!" Kaito choked up because he was too excited, "Why did you let my sister..."

Realizing what was going on almost immediately, Yuma suppressed the surprise in his heart and continued to listen quietly until the other party's cold hand suddenly slid up his throat.

Yuma didn't stop it, and Kaito just gave it a push before relaxing.He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably: "Why... why... Gakupo, you... bastard..."

After looking at him for a while, Yuma sat up slightly, supported Kaito's head and leaned gently on his shoulder: "Are you tired?"

Kaito buried his face in his shoulder, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, he hesitated a few times, trying to push away the opponent's hand was getting more and more boring.

"Go to sleep." Yuma let him go gently, and turned off all the lights in the room before getting up and leaving.

Really know something amazing. Yuma smiled, and took out the recording pen that was in his jacket pocket, the sound waves on the screen flickered faintly, rising and falling with the sound of his breathing.

The moonlight is bright tonight, with a few strands of black gauze-like clouds setting off a crescent moon with a toothy white.

Yuma leaned on the railing of the roof and looked up at the night sky. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and checked the time. He also found that, as he expected, there was no call from the company.

He is Ahamay's main artist, and the company will not, let alone dare to do anything to him because of his willful behavior this time. On the contrary, because of the news in hand, the choice is his.At the same time, he also caught Diolacov's handle.

One ebbs and another grows, one rises and the other declines, all in his one thought.

He exhaled, watching the white water vapor gradually dissipate in the cold air. Suddenly, he keenly caught a small sound, followed by a knock on the door from downstairs.

who is it?

After he was sure that neither Ahamay nor Diolacov would come, such a visit in the early hours would be useless, Yuma couldn't help but become alarmed.

There was another knock on the door.